Act III - Showdown:I go out, I am barely at the frame of the door
Already I see the city in front of me, covered in smoke.
See how dark creatures play around the facades of the houses
While dull beats pulsate like main arteries
Mystical scenes, a desolate region
Filled with the foulest gloom and furious blows
Of a tempestuous quake, and no, there's no doubt in my mind
No doubt whatsoever: myths are coming to life here!
I feel it in every part of my body
Trees float through the air as if there were no gravity at all
I grab my binoculars
I see the demons coming and I remember my own heartbeat.
They've opened the gates, the gates of hell.
I've just calculated the coordinates of the locations
I know the energy points
Between which a magical portal rips open the atmosphere like a war wound
I know that the end times are upon us
And send the signal for the very last force of humanity to step up
Regardless of religion, origin or status
They throw themselves into battle without awe or fear
For before they submit to the devilish demons
They accept being forced to die
I would die of necessity
But for their fight to stand a chance I must go and destroy a node
And no one will stop me, for
If I fail to cut the energy force field, this world belongs to the shadows
I'm ready for a hero's death
Travel to Jerusalem's Dome of the Rock in a hurry, there springs the world current
A force field in bright red, one of the demons steps out
I go there and strike out with my bare fist
Until he is severely dazed
Then a second blow sends him back through the gate to where he came from.
Ghosts are floating everywhere
But before every fucked-up djinni from the other world gets here I take a battle axe